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Once in a while someone will ask me, "How long does it take you to do a painting?"
I'm at a loss. The best I can do is ask another question. "How long does it take to catch a fish?" It depends. I wish I could say that my paintings are accomplished with a lofty goal, a pre-determined destination in mind. But it's the mystery I'm after, not the solution. My process involves putting down multiple strata of paint, pausing after each to scrape away part of what I've just done. I fall into a purposeful rhythm of: conceal, reveal, conceal, reveal, conceal, reveal. I want to lay down a painted history on the canvas. Maybe I'll begin with red, then conceal it in blue, bury that in yellow, then orange, and on through subsequent generations. The fun occurs in unearthing it all, or parts of it all, in a way that surprises me. The rest is history and it can take forever. Digging for clues, knee-deep in paint, I think of something John Barth said. "The key to the treasure is the treasure." --San Merideth |
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